Mikala's Missives

A modest manifest of missives to keep readers up to date on works in progress, coming soon releases and where to get my books as well as some free stories when I get time to post them.

Tuesday, October 31, 2006

WIP: Rain Catcher

Rain Catcher

2147 AD; a world devastated by global warming. The equatorial regions have turned to desert and the only inhabitable areas are around the poles. Pollution has poisoned the earth, the seas and the air. Fresh, clean water is more precious than gold. Tasmania is the northern most inhabitable place in the southern hemisphere and in the squalid red light district of Hobart Town, Roxy Talia earns her living as a porn star. She's saving her money to get into university but even after three years in front of the camera, her dream is a long way off. Tobin Kane is an out of work captain of Rauni, an independent raincatcher, one of the great nuclear powered vessels that follow the monsoon rains across the ocean collecting the precious fresh water before it falls into the polluted seas. The owner of Rauni has died and, without a legal heir, the ship is impounded. He and his faithful crew are out of work and black banned by the powerful Water Corporations that rule the planet in everything but name. Tobin is in the red light district, drunk and spending the last of his money on hookers. Swaying drunkenly outside a strip joint deciding whether or not to have one more fling before he’s finished, Tobin sees a familiar figure posing naked in a poster. Roxy Talia. Sex personified. She’s haunted his fears and fantasies for the last three years and, as surprise turns to anger at what she’d done, a desperate plan formulates in his lust filled mind. That sexy vixen would save his future, even if he has to kidnap her.

The Colonel won’t mind. The Colonel; my reluctant knight in shining amour. A wave of absolute desire washed through me. My shamelessly aroused pussy flooded with a thrumming sultry desire. My skin tingled with the prickly sting of wanting and my nipples, already straining against my t-shirt, throbbed in beat with my heart. The pit of my stomach quivered with the brush of butterfly wings against my insides, the tell tale sign that I wanted, needed, a fuck. I stared at the ladder that led to the observation deck, wanting to see his long muscular legs, sheathed in his battle dress, descend bringing him to me so he could take me into his arms. But he didn’t come. I could climb the ladder myself. Go to him instead of waiting hopelessly for him to break military protocol. There was no chance of that, I knew and despaired. He would reject me and go on ignoring me. Not the accidental arrogance of command saddled with the responsibility of two dozen lives but the pointed indifference of a man who didn’t love me and had no intention of getting close enough to find out if he could. I closed my eyes and in my imagination I caressed that hard face, traced the jagged scar that rent his cheek, stroked the firm lips that I longed to kiss, gaze into those cold grey eyes and say, ‘take me.’ Katja groaned and whimpered in yet another orgasm. Her whimpers signified that though her body was exhausted by Weapons Specialist Pfc Robson’ relentless fucking, she couldn’t help herself and wanted more. I opened my eyes. I was holding her face in my hands. With eyes tight shut her face was screwed up in the effort of another cunt clenching climax. Robson gave her a last hard thrust, pushing her face into my breasts, which in turn set my nipples aflame. I laid her head gently onto my lap. My pussy reacted to the pressure and I pressed my upper thighs together to contain my need. Katja was panting, her breaths coming in short ragged gasps. I wondered if she would hyperventilate. I slid my gaze along the sheen of her sweat covered spine till they rested on the groin of the muscular marine still poised behind her. His member, stiff as a pole, bobbed provocatively above the twin globes of her ass cheeks. The bulbous head was slick with Katja’s cunt juice and it glistened in the harsh light of the overheads like the bejeweled scepter of some ancient potentate. His stamina was impressive. He’d been fucking her for almost an hour and still his cock was ramrod straight, pointing upward as if he was aiming at me. I licked my lips. It was an involuntary gesture as I imagined that thick length of solid flesh pushing its arrogant way inside me, rasping against my inflamed flesh, my body shuddering under the impact, the fire of his intrusion dowsed only by the juices of my cunt. Katja roused herself, saw the look on my face that was, I guessed, clearly wanton and laughed weakly. “You have to fuck him, Mason,” she advised. “That is one great cock.” The PA crackled into life and we all jumped in surprise. “Gamma Squad. Relieve Beta at coordinates 2356. You have five minutes.” The voice was Lieutenant Clarissa Hinkles, the sinewy blonde limpet who never left the Colonel’s side. The visceral energy of my desire instantly transformed into jealous hate. Weapons Specialist Pfc Robson wiped his cock with a Katja’s general issue underpants and fixed me with his cold marine stare, saying to me that at the next break, when and if we return to the safety of the shelter, his piece of meat was going to take my ass. There was absolutely no doubt about it.

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

WIP "I Love The Night LIfe"

I have the start of a short story - another torrid teaser like Darke Secrets (coming soon from Whiskey Creek press) - which I thought I'd share.

My heroine (who is still developing in my mind) is a strong character with a softer, romantic side, but this first rough draft (very rough)opening makes her, I think, too violent, too self centered to be sympathetic for readers, so I have to work on that, I have to figure out why we should care about her. That will come but this first few paragraphs came to me in a rush while I had writer's block on another WIP (Internal Reflections).

I'd be grateful for any comments

I Love the Nightlife

by

Mikala Ash

(c)2006 Mikala Ash

I’ll start off by saying I am a complete fabrication. I came to this country illegally; forged identity, forged passport, forged immigration papers. Everything was false and believe me, I value every piece of paper very highly. I should because I fucked a lot of government officials to get them. They are literally the best forgeries that sex can buy. I must also admit that every single person I fucked for their ‘official’ services in gaining these papers is now dead. A necessary and savage step which held its own dangers, but I am an expert in savageness. I simply could leave no trace of my passage from the old existence to the new and so their final service to me was to give up their lives, which, I hasten to add, they did so happily, adoringly even, and that perhaps is savageness at its height. I feel no guilt. My life depended upon complete security and they were hardly innocents, being themselves the willing instruments of a treacherous and brutal regime. Their end was much more pleasurable than they deserved. That is the past. This is the land of opportunity and freedom, the land of my future and I respect it. I have not sullied my new home. Every thing I have done in this new land since I arrived has been legal and no one from the old country can expose me and my secret. I am safe at last. Or so I thought.

Saturday, October 14, 2006

Trang at ecataromance has some really nice things to say about Eden'sReprise.

"Eden's Reprise is one quick, interesting read ... If you're lookingfor an intense, funny, and definitely sexual story that can easily beread in one sitting, grab Eden's Reprise. You won't be disappointed."

Friday, October 13, 2006

A Political Animal released today by Changeling Press

Hey, A Political Animal was released today by Changeling Press !!!!!!!!

YAY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Book Summary

Serena Plim, Press Secretary to Aussie Deputy Prime Minister Kelvin Waters, flees the media spotlight when her boss's wife goes to the press accusing Serena and her husband of having an affair. It’s not true, but the fact that for the last ten years Serena has been in love with the charismatic politician doesn’t help.

Serena takes to the hills and after a very spooky drive through the great Aussie outdoors, she runs into Jack Wolfe, a devilishly handsome cattle rancher.He offers the distraught Serena sanctuary and she seizes the opportunity to end her celibate past and explore her sensuality. But there’s something disturbing about Jack and when he sends his staff away and deprives her of her car, Serena suspects she’s in for an adventure she hadn’t counted on.

She’s right.

Excerpt

“Sex scandal rocks the Farmers’ Party and Deputy Prime Minister Kelvin Waters resigns amid further rumors of sexual dalliances with Press Secretary Serena Plim. Insiders say --”“Whatever the hell they want to say! I don’t give a flying fuck!” Serena killed the radio with an emphatic flick of her wrist.Sexual dalliances! It wasn’t true, dammit!She wanted to scream out loud that Kelvin was a friend and nothing more.That wasn’t strictly true, but it wasn’t as bad as the blood-sucking press were making out. While she loved Kelvin, like no one she’d ever loved before, there was absolutely no sex involved. Her love was platonic.Completely, totally, honestly platonic!A sob slipped from her throat at the pitiful way that sounded. What the hell was wrong with her?Was it wrong to loyally devote ten years of your life to a hunk of a man and not fuck his brains out at least once a day? Maybe not wrong, but incredibly stupid. Especially when she didn’t fuck anyone else either.But stupid was one thing she was not. She was a political and media guru, according to her supporters, though where they were now she didn’t know. She’d taken Kelvin from complete anonymity to the brink of pulling off a brilliant political coup. Then Priscilla, his conniving wife, had spouted all over the press that Kelvin and Serena were -- she could hardly believe the press release -- spending all their free time together, to the “grave detriment of our marriage.”Grave detriment? What sort of phrase was that? Bloody brilliant, that’s what it was. It was the line Serena had written for Kelvin’s first televised campaign speech, the speech the pundits said had gotten him elected. “My fellow Australians, the reprehensible actions of the current government pose a grave detriment to our…” Blah, blah, blah. The conniving bitch had even put it in bold, for God’s sake. Bitch!The “wronged” Mrs. Waters had played into the hands of the press, the opposition, even those conniving sods in Kelvin’s own party. His political cachet had evaporated completely. He had no choice but to fall on his sword. In this age of fundamentalist politics he was a sudden and complete liability.Poor Kelvin. Politics had become his life. This would destroy him. Her eyes stung with the tears she’d been barely holding back for the last four hours. When he’d resigned at the press conference she’d completely lost it.Her mind had numbed, becoming a lump of stone. Had she been able to think clearly she would have rallied him to fight another day. Not let him crumble. She couldn’t believe he hadn’t fought back. He meekly denied an affair and resigned “for the good of the country.”His surrender had left her with nothing. She was out of a job and out of his life.That’s when she’d had a brain explosion. That was the only way she could explain what she’d done. She’d rushed to their government car and drove west from Canberra as fast as she could. She certainly couldn’t face the press. How could she honestly deny the love she had for him, even if they hadn’t so much as kissed?Well, not with tongues anyway. A chaste kiss on her birthday… he always remembered her birthday.Another sob convulsed her body.The sudden need to sleep, to find somewhere dark and safe, became overwhelming. Serena found a motel on the outskirts of a small town and paid cash for a room. She sat in the dark for an hour, her mind completely blank. She realized she’d fallen asleep when a knock on the door woke her. It was Kelvin.“Serena…” He took her into his arms and looked deeply into her eyes. “I’ve told Priscilla. It’s all over.”Then he kissed her. The urgency of his kiss, the kiss she’d so longed for, took her completely by surprise. The strong bands of his arms crushed her to his chest. His lips devoured hers and they stumbled backward onto the bed.In a frenzy, they undressed each other, showing no regard for buttons or zips until they were naked and locked in a deep embrace.After a minute Kelvin released his grip and, with such sweet tenderness, held her face between his hands. He caressed her cheeks and then traced the backs of his fingers lightly along the sensitive flesh of her neck. With deliberate and agonizing slowness he moved his fingers down to her straining breasts. She gasped in anticipation as he circled the sensitive skin surrounding her nipples before stroking the erect nubs. A spear of electricity lanced from her breasts to her brain and to her superheated pussy.Every place he touched burned with an intense heat she thought would engulf her in flame. She didn’t care. She had him at last. He hadn’t deserted her. He’d come to claim her as his own.Serena cried out when his fingers found the moist lips of her pussy. Her body tensed, preparing itself for him. She could feel the hot shaft of his cock against her thigh.“Fuck me now,” she said.Kelvin opened her thighs wider and slid between them. He propped himself on his elbows and held his cock poised at the entrance of her pussy. “Serena…” Her heart was racing in anticipation. “Serena,” he repeated.Behind the glint of lust and love in his eyes she fancied she saw something. A deep sadness which mirrored hers at all the time they’d wasted. He opened his mouth as if to say something more but she silenced him with a fingertip to those luscious lips.“We’ve waited so long,” she said. “Now is our time.”Kelvin nodded. A slight shift of his hips and his cock was pushing her pussy lips open. A wave of heat flushed through Serena’s body. Her heart skipped a beat and her head swam. She pulled his head down and kissed him furiously, parting his lips with hers and thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth.As she hoped it would, Serena’s onslaught seemed to quell any hesitation in Kelvin’s mind. He returned her kiss with equal energy and at the same time thrust into her with one glorious push that fed the length of his thick shaft to her hungry pussy.Serena grunted wantonly each time he pushed into her. She shifted her hips to accommodate his vigorous fucking, wrapping her legs about his hips, pulling him into her, driving him on.Her body was on fire. A fine sheen of sweat coated her tingling flesh as she surrendered herself to their mutual lust. The fullness in her pussy was spreading into her belly and upward to her breasts.She gasped for breath as he drove relentlessly into her. Her mind seemed to be poised on the edge of an explosion as the energy of her pent-up lust expanded like a balloon inside her and suddenly blossomed into orgasm.Serena cried out as her pussy clenched around the steel shaft of his cock.Kelvin howled as he came, his body shuddering with each forceful pulse of his cock. She clung to him, holding him tightly as if trying to meld their bodies by sheer force.He lifted his head and gazed down at her. For the first time since he’d entered politics, he looked as if he was at peace with himself. Then his serene expression disappeared, replaced by a scowl of intense concentration.“What is it?”Without explanation he got up and opened the door, stepping out onto the landing. Seemingly unconcerned with being naked, he sniffed the air again like he had a cold. “Damn!”“What is it?” she repeated.He turned back to her, his face a mask of despair. “I can’t do this to you.” He looked deep into her eyes. “Sleep,” he commanded. Her mind clouded and she felt as if she were sinking into a bale of wool, its warm embrace comforting and safe. “I’m sorry,” she thought she heard him say before the blackness overtook her.When Serena awoke, she was alone.

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

4 Angels for Eden's Reprise from Fallen Angel Reviews

The attraction between Shaz and Dex sizzles from the start and soon proves irresistible. Will catching the felon fall by the wayside to their sexual exploits?

Mikala Ash's Eden's Reprise is a well told novella with heat and plot twists you don't see coming. This short story is rather delightful, and fairly unusual. I haven't previously come across a nudist colony as the location for a story, and have found myself fairly intrigued by this aspect of Eden's Reprise, though not at all tempted to either visit or work at a nudist encampment myself. The characters are fairly well described, though not developed in depth (for which the story doesn't seem to lack anything).

The plot is well paced, and there is a secret or two to unfold. Sex scenes are detailed and do have the risk of exposure, though otherwise are pretty tame. For a great Shape Shifter novella, with a dash of the unusual and a bit of spice, I recommend Eden's Reprise.Reviewed by: Elizabeth

Friday, October 06, 2006

Mikala's Tiny Tease; Installment One

I awoke from an erotic dream to find Katja’s head in my lap. She was being vigorously fucked from behind by weapons specialist, PFC Robson, who had one meaty hand clasped over her bony hip and the other holding her blonde pony tail. He tugged on her hair and lifted her face so that her eyes were level with the swell of my breasts. My nipples were erect, painfully so, pushing against the rough material of my general issue t-shirt. She flicked out her tongue but missed. “Come on, Mason,” she urged in-between Robson’s solid thrusts. “Join us.” The interrupted dream had left my pussy swollen and wet, so I was tempted. Robson’s commitment to his task was impressive as evidenced by the loud wet slaps of his groin against her ass cheeks. Drops of sweat ran down his face and dripped off his chin onto Katja’s bare back. I licked my lips imagining the taste of salt. I glanced at the ladder to the observation dome. “The Colonel won’t mind,” Katja said between grunts.The Colonel won’t mind. I wondered. Would he care if I got some physical relief from the obviously adept and willing private? The private in question tugged on Katja's hair and in reply to his unspoken command she started rocking backwards, fucking him now. She reached out a hand and gripped my thigh for balance. Her fingers were slick with sweat and her hand slipped on my naked flesh. She tried again and grabbed the hem of my shorts. “He’s really very good,” she gasped. My pussy pulsed in sympathy with the rhythm of Katja’s fucking. Robson’s eyes were fixed on my face, inviting me to share his bounty. He was handsome in a boyish, buffed up sort of way. He was prime meat, as the grunts called themselves. Broad chest with solid well defined pectorals and a washboard stomach you could crack a coconut on. He had the lot; tree trunk thighs, a tiny butt and strong arms that would really hold a woman the way she wants to be held. I glanced at the ladder again. The observation dome was silent. Surely the Colonel could hear what was going on. He probably thought I was fucking the weapons specialist PFC Red Robson for all I was worth. Yet he didn’t look to confirm. I wondered about that. I checked my watch. Our break was half over and in no time I’d be outside the habitat, crawling waist deep in the slimy jungle, keeping watch while we waited for evac from this godforsaken planet. Katja had closed her eyes. Her orgasm was building. She clenched her fist, pinching my thigh. I hardly felt her. I reached out and cupped her face in my hand, feeling her body shudder with every bone jarring thrust. She kissed my palm, licking the sweat off my skin and then her face contorted in the agony of release. I caressed her cheek as she convulsed in a second orgasm and then a third. Robson was relentless. He wouldn’t stop his carnal onslaught until she fell off the shaft of his cock exhausted and completely satiated. As Katja came and came again he kept his gaze on me. He didn’t smile. He wore the expression of a marine with only one mission on his mind; to get my cunt wrapped around his cock. My pussy pulsed and I looked again to the ladder. What harm could it do?

Eden's Reprise now available from Changeling Press

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Eden's Reprise gets 4 Kisses from Two Lips Reviews

I'll excerpt just a bit of the review - many thanks Cyn!!!!

"Mikala Ash has written a short story that will serve to whet the appetite of readers for more about the fabulous Shaz and Dex in her book Eden's Reprise. This book starts off titillating the reader and then goes into warp speed with the spicy interaction between Shazand Dex.I sincerely hope this is just a teaser to a much longer and meatier tale on these two characters. I recommend the book as an appetizer to werewolf lovers everywhere."Cyn, Two Lips Reviews

Sunday, October 01, 2006

Exceprt: A Political Animal coming soon from Changeling Press

A Political Animal is coming soon from Changeling Press.

BOOK SUMMARY

Serena Plim, Press Secretary to Aussie Deputy Prime Minister Kelvin Waters, flees the media spotlight when her boss's wife goes to the press accusing Serena and her husband of having an affair.It’s not true, but the fact that for the last ten years Serena has been in love with the charismatic politician doesn’t help.Serena takes to the hills and after a very spooky drive through the great Aussie outdoors, she runs into Jack Wolfe, a devilishly handsome cattle rancher.He offers the distraught Serena sanctuary and she seizes the opportunity to end her celibate past and explore her sensuality.But there’s something disturbing about Jack and when he sends his staff away and deprives her of her car, Serena suspects she’s in for an adventure she hadn’t counted on.She’s right.

Excerpt:A Political AnimalbyMikala Ash(C) 2006

Chapter One

“Sex scandal rocks the Farmers’ Party and Deputy Prime Minister Kelvin Waters resigns amid further rumors of sexual dalliances with Press Secretary Serena Plim. Insiders say --”“Whatever the hell they want to say! I don’t give a flying fuck!” Serena killed the radio with an emphatic flick of her wrist.Sexual dalliances! It wasn’t true, dammit!She wanted to scream out loud that Kelvin was a friend and nothing more.That wasn’t strictly true, but it wasn’t as bad as the blood-sucking press were making out. While she loved Kelvin, like no one she’d ever loved before, there was absolutely no sex involved. Her love was platonic.Completely, totally, honestly platonic!A sob slipped from her throat at the pitiful way that sounded. What the hell was wrong with her?...

... A week is a long time in politics they say. Well, they were right. It felt like an eternity. The five days between Priscilla’s shocking announcement and Kelvin’s resignation had been the worst in her whole life. Even her friends had dropped her in it, getting themselves interviewed on prime time, their thirty seconds of fame. “Oh, yes. Serena is always staying late at Kelvin’s office…” “I never saw them, you know, kiss, but they were always standing close, whispering to each other, joking. They were just good friends. You know what I mean?”Just good friends? Tabloid fodder if ever there was and that meant the kiss of death in politics.Her mobile rang.She knew it was Kelvin. Fighting the tears, she started the car but, instead of setting off again, she lowered her head to the steering wheel and listened to the phone’s persistent tune.She couldn’t speak to him. She simply couldn’t face him. It would be a mistake to be seen with him again. Not that it mattered now so much. But to be the cause of his political death, albeit unwittingly, was just too much to bear. That she was innocent was…Here we go again, she chastised herself. That path was well and truly trod. Unwitting or not she was the cause of it. Best to just slink away to lick her wounds, never to be seen again.She raised her head from the steering wheel. The road ahead was clear, but something black scuttled through the trees to her right. She turned her head, but the shape always seemed to stay at the edge of her vision. She shivered. This place was spooky.She resumed driving, slowly at first but as she realized the shadowy figure seemed to keep pace, she accelerated. She was driving too fast now. The spitting of gravel beneath her wheels and the thump of larger rocks on the underside of the car confirmed it.Serena knew it was stupid to be spooked like this by a mere animal. She was in an amour-plated government car, for goodness sake! She smiled when she realized she technically no longer had permission to drive it. The car pool would want it back.I’ll return it to the first government office I come to, she promised. Though when or where that might happen, she couldn’t tell.The issue of Kelvin and her use of the car had been their first foray into the media spotlight. Serena and Kelvin had broken convention. Instead of using the usual drivers that every politician demanded as a sign of status, she had insisted she drive him everywhere. Serena had to receive anti-terrorist training to do so, but she’d impressed the Federal Police instructors with her innate ability.Her graduation from the Federal Police Training Academy earned her a full two-page spread in a women’s magazine. It raised her and Kelvin’s profile a hundredfold. She was a woman in a man’s world. A woman who could handle a high performance vehicle as well as a Glock nine-mm pistol and a submachine gun was not someone to be trifled with.Kelvin had been delighted as it allowed them to talk candidly and plan their press strategies in private. They hadn’t realized at the time that it gave Priscilla the perfect ammunition. Alone in the car, what did they really get up to? one tabloid had so “innocently” and disastrously asked.It had been foolish, Serena knew, but she loved those long drives between cities, plotting their next move, orchestrating their next media blitz. It felt so intimate, so special.“Oops!”The road took a sudden turn. She was going way too fast, but she steered through it just as her instructors had taught her. They’d be proud of her.“Slow down,” she yelled at herself but she couldn’t lift her foot off the accelerator. Trees flashed past her and still the shape in the corner of her eye kept pace.Something dropped from the overhanging trees onto the narrow road in front of her. She braked savagely and the car went into a sideways slide before coming to a halt. She looked up expecting to see the great hulk of the beast she’d glimpsed towering over her bonnet.But there was nothing in front of her except the swirling cloud of red and brown dust.Her heart thudding against her ribs, icy spears of fear stabbing at her gut, she started the car again. She wanted to get back to the main road , but the deep gullies on either side of the track made it too narrow to turn. She had to go on and find somewhere the track widened so she could turn around.She gained pace now, glancing furtively from one side to the next to see if the shadow was following her. She was well and truly spooked now. Not more than five kilometers down the road she rounded another bend.“Oh, shit!” She braked and skidded to a halt and once again a cloud of dust overtook her.Standing in the middle of the road was a blond Adonis. He was naked to the waist, the dappled sunlight speckling his bronzed torso and gleaming off the broad expanse of his chest.“Oh my…”

Lexxie Couper does it again

Just finished Lexxie Couper's Shadow Whispers - what a ride! I've read every one of Lexxie's stories and they are all soooo good. Fast paced, hot sex, good solid characters that jump out of the pages and she nails the intensity of their relationships so well.I get inspired to write everytime I read one of hers.